Hair of Gold
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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: It was just a normal day in the office, rain pelting at the windows as Muzaka stared out of them, waiting to see if potential clients would arrive at his door. That was when he walked in: he had hair of gold and wearing a tailored suit that screamed of money and years spent socialising amongst the elite.
Contains: Muzaka/Frankenstein.
Notes: Noir AU! :D
Because my brain has been activated and now I need to write so many different aus with these two, ahaha. I'm working on the outline of this, but I'm not sure I have all the details for it yet (even if I want to set this in the 40s), so have a teaser while I figure it out?
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 771
Status: Work in progress
It was just a normal day in the office, rain pelting at the windows as Muzaka stared out of them, waiting to see if potential clients would arrive at his door. That was when he walked in: he had hair of gold and wearing a spotless tailored suit that screamed of money and years spent socialising amongst the elite.
It made Muzaka's grimy office seem even more dirty under the man's scrutinising gaze and Muzaka pushed himself away from the window seat with a sigh, flicking his lollipop to the other side of his mouth.
"Mr Wolfe?" the man said, and damn, he had the accent of the elite too. What was he doing here in Muzaka's office, when there had to be people far more in the man's price range?
Muzaka gave the man a wry smile, nodding behind the man. "That's what it says on the door. You needin' a P.I.?"
The man gave him a quick nod, slipping a hand into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a photo, and held it out to Muzaka. "A missing child; his name's Tesamu."
Muzaka took it, making sure to only touch the edges to not mar the image with his fingerprints. The picture showed a young boy smiling at the camera, no more than twelve with hair the same shade as the man's.
"Your son?" Muzaka said.
"He may as well be at this point."
Interesting. Not related by blood, but close either way. "What happened?" he asked, moving to sit behind his desk, grabbing a pen and paper. Did they have an argument and the boy ran off, or had he disappeared with no trace?
A muscle twitched on the man's jaw, his eyes narrowing. "There was a fire at our home - he was declared dead at the scene and the case closed. The police refuse to look into it."
Muzaka paused taking any notes as he frowned. "Then I'm not sure what I can help you with." Sure, there were cases that the police didn't pick up because of the red tape involved or wasn't that high of a priority -that was where Muzaka stepped in- but it seemed like an open and shut case to Muzaka's ears.
"The fire lasted for over an hour," the man said, his lips pursed, "since it occurred in the afternoon so our neighbours noticed it quite soon after it started."
"All riiight?" It still sounded like a shut case to him.
"I was not given a body or remains afterwards."
Muzaka hid his grimace. That he could relate to.
"Do you know how hot and long a fire needs to burn for there to be nothing to be retrieved?" The man leaned his fingertips on Muzaka's desk as he glared. "Tesamu would have been in an after school class during the fire. And yet, I was informed unprompted that he had somehow died in the fire. And yet," the man spat, curling his lip,"they had somehow identified his body that I haven't seen or retrieved?"
Muzaka narrowed his eyes, rolling his pen between his fingers as he put the pieces together. "You suspect a cover-up."
The man snorted, pushing away from Muzaka's desk and straightening himself. "I know it's one."
Muzaka studied the man, leaning back on his chair, the creak filling the silence between them. The man had angered someone who could influence the police, huh. And a missing child...
Was that...
Muzaka's hand drifted towards his wallet out of habit before he sighed, tossing the pen onto his desk. "All right, I'll take your case."
The deep-set anger and frustration on the man's face was instantly replaced with surprise and then he smiled. The man looked much better like that.
"Thank you," the man said, pulling out his wallet. "How much?"
Muzaka shook his head. "Pay a deposit now, and the rest later." It would be better to figure out the costs afterwards - some jobs were easier than others, and Muzaka had the feeling this was going to be complicated.
"All right." The man wore an expectant expression as he waited. "What's the deposit?"
Not nervous about the price Muzaka would name, huh. He definitely wasn't lacking in money. Muzaka smirked, leaning his chin on his fist. "Somethin' pretty simple: your name."
The man's eyebrows shot up, before he let out a soft low chuckle. Muzaka liked the sound of that too. "I guess I hadn't introduced myself, had I? Victor Shelley," the man said, dipping his head in greeting.
Victor Shelley, huh... "All right then, Mr Shelley," Muzaka said, rising to his feet. "I'll see what I can do."
Summary: It was just a normal day in the office, rain pelting at the windows as Muzaka stared out of them, waiting to see if potential clients would arrive at his door. That was when he walked in: he had hair of gold and wearing a tailored suit that screamed of money and years spent socialising amongst the elite.
Contains: Muzaka/Frankenstein.
Notes: Noir AU! :D
Because my brain has been activated and now I need to write so many different aus with these two, ahaha. I'm working on the outline of this, but I'm not sure I have all the details for it yet (even if I want to set this in the 40s), so have a teaser while I figure it out?
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 771
Status: Work in progress
It was just a normal day in the office, rain pelting at the windows as Muzaka stared out of them, waiting to see if potential clients would arrive at his door. That was when he walked in: he had hair of gold and wearing a spotless tailored suit that screamed of money and years spent socialising amongst the elite.
It made Muzaka's grimy office seem even more dirty under the man's scrutinising gaze and Muzaka pushed himself away from the window seat with a sigh, flicking his lollipop to the other side of his mouth.
"Mr Wolfe?" the man said, and damn, he had the accent of the elite too. What was he doing here in Muzaka's office, when there had to be people far more in the man's price range?
Muzaka gave the man a wry smile, nodding behind the man. "That's what it says on the door. You needin' a P.I.?"
The man gave him a quick nod, slipping a hand into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a photo, and held it out to Muzaka. "A missing child; his name's Tesamu."
Muzaka took it, making sure to only touch the edges to not mar the image with his fingerprints. The picture showed a young boy smiling at the camera, no more than twelve with hair the same shade as the man's.
"Your son?" Muzaka said.
"He may as well be at this point."
Interesting. Not related by blood, but close either way. "What happened?" he asked, moving to sit behind his desk, grabbing a pen and paper. Did they have an argument and the boy ran off, or had he disappeared with no trace?
A muscle twitched on the man's jaw, his eyes narrowing. "There was a fire at our home - he was declared dead at the scene and the case closed. The police refuse to look into it."
Muzaka paused taking any notes as he frowned. "Then I'm not sure what I can help you with." Sure, there were cases that the police didn't pick up because of the red tape involved or wasn't that high of a priority -that was where Muzaka stepped in- but it seemed like an open and shut case to Muzaka's ears.
"The fire lasted for over an hour," the man said, his lips pursed, "since it occurred in the afternoon so our neighbours noticed it quite soon after it started."
"All riiight?" It still sounded like a shut case to him.
"I was not given a body or remains afterwards."
Muzaka hid his grimace. That he could relate to.
"Do you know how hot and long a fire needs to burn for there to be nothing to be retrieved?" The man leaned his fingertips on Muzaka's desk as he glared. "Tesamu would have been in an after school class during the fire. And yet, I was informed unprompted that he had somehow died in the fire. And yet," the man spat, curling his lip,"they had somehow identified his body that I haven't seen or retrieved?"
Muzaka narrowed his eyes, rolling his pen between his fingers as he put the pieces together. "You suspect a cover-up."
The man snorted, pushing away from Muzaka's desk and straightening himself. "I know it's one."
Muzaka studied the man, leaning back on his chair, the creak filling the silence between them. The man had angered someone who could influence the police, huh. And a missing child...
Was that...
Muzaka's hand drifted towards his wallet out of habit before he sighed, tossing the pen onto his desk. "All right, I'll take your case."
The deep-set anger and frustration on the man's face was instantly replaced with surprise and then he smiled. The man looked much better like that.
"Thank you," the man said, pulling out his wallet. "How much?"
Muzaka shook his head. "Pay a deposit now, and the rest later." It would be better to figure out the costs afterwards - some jobs were easier than others, and Muzaka had the feeling this was going to be complicated.
"All right." The man wore an expectant expression as he waited. "What's the deposit?"
Not nervous about the price Muzaka would name, huh. He definitely wasn't lacking in money. Muzaka smirked, leaning his chin on his fist. "Somethin' pretty simple: your name."
The man's eyebrows shot up, before he let out a soft low chuckle. Muzaka liked the sound of that too. "I guess I hadn't introduced myself, had I? Victor Shelley," the man said, dipping his head in greeting.
Victor Shelley, huh... "All right then, Mr Shelley," Muzaka said, rising to his feet. "I'll see what I can do."